Louise 💙(@louisedbegin):A red-tailed hawk rose over the bare birch this morning, wings locked flat against the pale November sky. It circled once, slow and certain, the rust of its tail catching the low light like a signal meant only for the open air. Below, frost still held the grass. Above, nothing held the bird at all. It didn't choose a side of the field. It simply rose above them both, where the light was clearer and the view was whole. I watched until it became a small dark mark, then a thought, then gone… leaving the sky wider than it had been before I looked up. Whatever this week brings, look up. Light still wins, the long way, every single time 🦅💙

2026.11.04 13:27

A red-tailed hawk rose over the bare birch this morning, wings locked flat against the pale November sky. It circled once, slow and certain, the rust of its tail catching the low light like a signal meant only for the open air. Below, frost still held the grass. Above, nothing held the bird at all. It didn't choose a side of the field. It simply rose above them both, where the light was clearer and the view was whole. I watched until it became a small dark mark, then a thought, then gone… leaving the sky wider than it had been before I looked up. Whatever this week brings, look up. Light still wins, the long way, every single time 🦅💙